Michael walked onto a barren wasteland, his scarf swaying in the ominous wind that swept over the area, the sand being whisked around in the air. His green eyes scanned the area, taking mental note of the sand dunes and rock faces. He adjusted his jacket, and took a deep breath. The air began to distort around him as he drew in his aura. Small particles of light seemed to be emitting from the environment, and swirled around the young man's person. Suddenly, he let out his battle cry, and his aura flared, the blue light surrounding him. His hand advanced from his hip to his waist, where the holster for his giant boomerang, Airwing, was situated. He took the boomerang, which due to its futuristic design, was folded up for easy transport.

With a mere flick, the boomerang was opened up to its full length, which was an impressive two feet. He took note of his other weapon, which seemed to be a regular scythe, which he dubbed "Nightstalker". Unknown to most except Michael, the blade was detachable, allowing him to reach long range opponents, and if used creatively, a makeshift flail. He adjusted the strap, just to make sure it was tight, and took another deep breath, masking his aura to make it seem smaller, in attempt to fool his opponent. He stood there, placing his boomerang in its folded position back in the case, and crossed his arms over his chest.

Techniques:Mystical Healing Palm: By transferring his energy to his hand, and placing it over an injured part of his body, he can increase the healing process, recovering from most wounds in seconds.

Thunderaga: Michael will summon aura-enhanced lightning from the clouds in almost an instant, striking down at his foe at breakneck speed.

An enchanting melody could be heard drawing closer and closer to Michael. Walking towards Michael was a young child, a fellow Charius, Ventus. Playing his flute, the boy marched forth, stopping approximately thirty feet away from Michael. ”Hello Uncle Michael! How are you doing today?” Placing his flute inside a holster located on Ventus’s waist on his back side. ”So, we are going to battle today? I’ve been training really hard too, so I won’t be defeated easily like last time.” On both sides of his waist, Ventus had one holster holding a .50 Magnum. These two pistols were called the Twin Wolves, two guns that were capable of mass destruction, for they were no ordinary guns. Instead of using bullets, these two Magnums shoot out beams of aura. Not only were those two Magnums a part of Ventus’s arsenal; he also had a broadsword called Save the King, but its abilities are still a mystery to the other Charius.

To begin, Ventus drew both Magnums, holding them in his hands, ready for whatever was going to come at him. Taking Michael as a joke would be a mistake, toe to toe with his father in terms of combat, if Ventus the slightest mistake in an attack, it would be over. So the best thing to do right now was analyze his fighting method and counter it.”I’m ready uncle!”

Techniques:

Name: Blade of ZeusElement: LightningDescription: Using the element of Lighting, Ventus’s hand will encase in lightning. He will then be able to erect a blade made from the lightning and slash at his opponent. The blade can expand and reshape itself at the users will, and cut through stone.

Name: Thunder BarrierElement: LightningDescription: Using the element of Lightning, Ventus will create an orb shaped barrier that will cover Ventus on every direction. He will be safe inside the orb that can send fatal volts through whatever touches it. The spell is used to defend Ventus from any incoming attacks

_________________“The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.” - Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

Michael smirked, and withdrew the giant boomerang, Airwing. His green eyes scanned the area, and finally locked on. His accuracy was amazing, and plus the other part of the boomerang kicked in. The energy signature storer. He held up his boomerang toward Ventus and it began to glow and shake. Little did his nephew know, the boomerang just sucked in a bit of his aura. It stored it, and by using that, it would be able to track down Ventus. He pumped a bit of his own energy into the weapon and chucked it toward Ventus. The boomerang whipped against the wing, and was heading right toward the boy.

Closely watching his uncle deploy his boomerang, Ventus had drew both of his pistols. ”Let’s do this!” Taking aim, the boomerang was clearly in sight, traveling towards Ventus in mid-air. Boom! Boom! Ventus fire several rounds at the boomerang, the beams of aura taking a solid state, forming needle like bullet. His accuracy and precision was on point, which wasn’t a surprise. The boomerang had stopped in its tracks, keeping Ventus in safe distance. ”So, is that all you got uncle; Hehe!” Lowering both arms, he stood there, staring at Michael with a smirk on his face.

_________________“The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.” - Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

The bomerang did indeed stop in its tracks, but the bullets didn't really do anything to it. It simply fell to the ground, and rattled slightly. Michael decided to go for some close combat. Michael seemed to vanish and in mere milli-seconds , he was infront of Ventus. His gloves hand pumped with aura as in a blur, it moved forward. He aimed for his nephew's face, attempting to knock his lights out.

Success! The boomerang was stopped, right in its track too. Ventus was safe from the long rage attack, now he had to worry about his uncle. For a split second Ventus had his attention on the Boomerang, turning back to Michael moments after, only to find that he had changed his location. ”What the hell? Where’d he-“ Amazing, Michael had appeared in front of Ventus, cutting his sentence off. Not only did he just close the distance between the two, but he cocked back his arm and sent it forward, straight at Ventus’s face. Using quick reflex, Ventus arched his body, throwing himself back and planting the two barrel tips on the ground to support himself and flip his legs up. He had just performed a back flip, dodging the punch and sending his legs at Michaels extended arm. Both of his feet would aim for the underside of Michael’s arm, hitting the elbow and possibly harming it if Michael doesn’t do anything to evade it.

_________________“The phoenix hope, can wing her way through the desert skies, and still defying fortune's spite; revive from ashes and rise.” - Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra